I don’t have a Purpose

Since my two nervous breakdowns I’ve noticed I don’t have a purpose in life.   My husband let all the bad stuff happen to me, I have no family and no friends.  There’s nothing left for me.  I’ve literally lost my entire life to save my marriage.  I don’t even want this marriage anymore and I haven’t for a long time now.  If I were to be kidnapped no one would notice.  My phone never rings and there are no texts.  I wake up depressed and go to bed worn out from the fear of, damn I’m really gonna die alone.   How did I not notice that these people didn’t care about me?  I’m usually so good at that.